Hoi An Taylor
Two things I learned mid-way through my tour of 'Nam: 1) Hoi An is probably one of the most beautiful cities in all of the country. 2) Getting there via a Camel line night-bus from Nha Trang is not such a great idea. Earlier, I wrote about how efficient and stress-free the Fula/ Pula buses were. On this journey, I met their bizarro world counterparts, the Camel bus line (or to use their full name, the "You'd wish you ridden a camel instead bus line"). Not to get into all the nasty details, because #1 is the memory I am taking away from all this, but the bus was filthy and smelled like feet. For 13 hours, the driver was reckless, even by regional standards. And they crowded the aisles with local villagers sleeping on the floor, making it impossible to reach the (possibly working) bathroom. Not that this mattered, I guess, since I woke up to find- first thing in the morning- a toddler with his penis in a water bottle and a group of women making "ssssss...




Oh my god -- they are SO beautiful!! Did you get to touch them? They are truly gorgeous. I can see why that monk is worshipping one. Can't wait to read about this magical place!
ReplyDeleteThose kitties look very mellow. You must have had a very soothing effect on them.
ReplyDeleteI look forward to reading more!
ReplyDeleteMEOW..Michelle V
hello woman !
ReplyDeleteamaizing pics with the tiger...but come, take care cos its not a little dog ;-(
really nice pics
smiles
Laura
I love the tiger!!! He looks comfy even though he does have a big ole metal chain around his neck... and, what do I know? How could I tell a sad tiger from a happy one? He's not eating the monks... or the tourists... so I'm assuming he's well fed, hence happy, as predators go. Oye, and that woman you claim is from Turkey... she looks like cualquier vieja on 8th street... I'm gonna start fact-checking you.
ReplyDeleteLoved the piece on St. Thomas... and HONEST girl. Props to honest girl. When will we see you at the nation's capital's sidekick (aka Baltimore) again? The cats are gettin on my nerves with: when is the reporter coming? Is it time for my close up? Is my hair fluffy? And, the old stand by... where's the food.
Love,
F.